I was going to rant about some mundane stuff at work, when I the first thing I saw on my computer after I got home from work was a note in my inbox from a voice from the past. What a pleasant surprise! I am sure he won’t mind my sharing his story, as only he can tell it:
I have an aunt. She’s that aunt who never married and doesn’t shave her legs anymore. She likes to wear long dresses with white socks. I think she fought in some kind of guerilla war at one point, but it’s never discussed. She has hands that are so rough, they can be used to smooth wood.
Her name is Carmen and she asks that I call her by her first name. She’s not old enough to be an aunt, she says. She says a lot of things.
Today she told me that she wasn’t going to vote anymore.
“It’s just not worth it anymore.”
Turns out that it’s not worth it anymore.
“I’m not voting for George Bush next year. He’s never getting my vote again.”
Carmen thinks that George Bush is running for something next year. It’s best to not question Carmen. Her hands, her hands, ay her hands.
Carmen, why aren’t you going to vote for George Bush? You have a picture of him.
“Not anymore. George Bush hates children. Republicans hate children. I can’t vote for him anymore.”
I think that somewhere Carmen votes for George Bush daily. It’s best to not ask questions. If you ask questions, that means you care. In this case, however, I care a little bit.
Why does George Bush hate children, Carmen?
“He doesn’t want to give the children health insurance. They’re all going to die. Every single one of them. Democrats kill the children, but if the Republicans aren’t going to keep them alive, then it’s not even worth it. They’re all murderers.”
That makes complete sense. I’m not voting for George Bush, either. He’s never getting my vote again.
“That’s why it’s important for young people to know about the issues. If you don’t read the news and watch the television, you’ll never know what’s going on. You’re very lucky to have me El Guapo. Very lucky.”
Lucky like stepping on a nail, Carmen. Lucky like stepping on a nail.